Hushed Willows Ornithomancy

The buzzing had not gone over the trickster's head. Chaos. Absolute chaos. He sniffed in deeply, almost getting one of the bugs stuck in his fucking brain, and sighed. It had been a while since he had seen so much destruction. The willows, who he was just beginning to appreciate, were eaten alive, just like the grass, herbs, flowers... It was a sad yet somewhat satisfying sight. He knew what this meant. A chance to prove himself worthy to Warbone and the rest, a chance to win their trust. He just needed to be the calmest, the wisest. A smirk played on his muzzle, complimenting his green eyes who the bugs probably didn't like eating, even with the leaf-like color. 

The howl of his king made him perk his head up, just when one of the locusts wanted to pass him. It hit his head and fell with a thump - that wasn't heard, for the sound of buzzing was way too loud- on the ground. Why, you... He hissed. Stand back, you mewling quim... He growled, stomping on the creature. With a crushing noise, the creature died. His thoughts went to the healer's cave. Would the herbs be okay? Grace? He ran to the opening, just in time to see the limping figure of Grace run out in the direction of the voice of Warbone. To be certain, he took a look inside, and what he saw made him proud. She had done well. He wiped the grin off his muzzle, setting his face in the Oh my God, I am so concerned for you all stance. He had perfected that one, if he did say so himself, and made his way to the others

The feelings of bugs against his body was not at all pleasant, but the trip to where the other's were was short. He wasn't even panting, for the run was nothing like what he used to do. He bowed respectfully to Warbone, his face concerned, his eyes going from wolf-to-wolf. His final glance landed upon Tavi, the pregnant woman. Sir, thanks to Grace, the herbs are safe. He informed, flashing a smile at the girl. Tell us, what else is there to do? He asked, the concern finding it's way into his honey voice.